Vetiver 46 Le Labo 2006 Eau de Parfum

I keep missing it, year after year after year.
The moment to say "goodbye!" to summer's golden green, the silky blue and the endlessly warm light that shines on my pillow before the alarm blinks, and refuses to fade away until the night prayer.
I miss the moment to take my leave, to close the door and turn around to the gold and red and hazel brown, to the twinkling darkness and delicate smoky gray of those days with an R at the end of the month name.
Again and again it surprises me, again and again I wake up one morning and see red leaves on the lawn, raindrops on the windows, and - startled - already the first frost.
It’s always like this, it’s like this this time.

One day, autumn was simply there, tousling my hair and tugging at my thin dress, scattering rustling leaves in my path and placing water droplets on my bare arms.
It made pumpkin heads grin and the sun set while I was still far from home, began to pull at the corners of my mouth and drove foggy clouds into my brain.
Autumn has never made it easy for me, not for me, the child of summer sun, who loves warmth and light and colorful brightness, but not cold, darkness, and soul pain, all that gloom it paves the way for.

There isn’t much that can truly comfort, not on those first, heavy days of realization.
An apple pie, warm from the oven, with whipped cream.
The old jacket made of terracotta velvet, so dearly loved and long since worn out.
Deep red fruit tea in old, heavy glass, candied with cinnamon and the last rays of sunshine.
The arms of my beloved, strong and firm and warm.
And now, quite unexpectedly, this scent: "Vetiver 46".

A hint of smoke, sacred and burnt, above it pepper, fresh and ethereal.
Dark green wood, freshly chopped, still juicy, lines my path during a walk in the woods.
Dense warmth, fallen out of time, spiced cloves on soap, cool and pure.
The scent is not loud, but not quiet either, it doesn’t impose itself, stays close to my skin - a Iamwithyou, a corner of my mouth lifting, a holdmetight in rain and wind.
It firmly plants my feet on the ground, straightens my back, clears the foggy gaze, ignites deep within, in me a glow that warms and comforts in the darkness.
And with it, it seems to me, by my side, winter can’t be that bad after all.

PS: Yatagan, Ergo - thank you!